chapter 176 black mist

The Hidden Knife – The Betrayal Begins

The guild belonged to them—Black Mist and Cute Mist.

Sisters by blood. Partners in power.

For years, they had ruled together. Black Mist, the rational, cunning leader who handled the guild's politics, alliances, and strategy. Cute Mist, the wild, unpredictable vice leader, whose chaotic nature inspired both fear and loyalty among the members.

It was a system that worked.

Until now.

Until Cute Mist stood by and did nothing when Mirsha was humiliated.

Until she defied the elders instead of supporting them.

Until she openly questioned the guild's power.

Now, the balance was crumbling.

And the elders?

They saw their chance.

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The Elders' Temptation

The meeting took place in the inner council chamber, behind thick steel doors that blocked out all sound.

Black Mist sat at the head of the table, her cold, unreadable gaze fixed on the elders before her.

The silver-haired elder spoke first, her voice smooth, persuasive.

"You've seen it, haven't you?" she said softly. "Your sister… she's changing."

Black Mist said nothing.

"She refused to act," the scarred elder added. "She stood there, watching as Mirsha was humiliated. Watching as our authority was questioned. And then she had the audacity to warn us."

Another elder leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "She called the guild her sister… but that's not how she acts."

A long silence.

Then the silver-haired elder spoke again, her voice quieter, more dangerous.

"We know you care about her."

A lie.

"We know she still loves you."

That part was true.

"But tell us, Black Mist," the elder said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you still trust her?"

A flicker of something cold passed through Black Mist's eyes.

Trust?

Cute Mist had always been reckless. That was who she was. But this?

This wasn't just recklessness.

This was dangerous.

This was weakness.

And the guild had no place for weakness.

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The Offer – 1,000 Million Credits

The scarred elder leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully.

"We are prepared to offer you something."

Black Mist didn't react, but she was listening.

"If Cute Mist is… removed," the elder said slowly, "we will compensate you. Handsomely."

1,000 million credits.

More than enough to expand the guild's power. More than enough to secure their influence across multiple territories. More than enough to ensure she never had to deal with Cute Mist's chaos again.

"She is a liability, Black Mist," the silver-haired elder said. "She may be your sister, but if she continues like this… she will drag the guild down with her."

Another elder folded his hands. "If you hesitate, if you allow your personal ties to cloud your judgment, then you are just as weak as she is."

The words were deliberate. A test.

Black Mist met their gazes, her expression cold, unreadable.

She didn't respond immediately.

She didn't need to.

She already knew the answer.

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Black Mist's Hidden Hatred

Cute Mist loved her sister. That much was undeniable.

She had always stood by her. Defended her. Trusted her, even when others doubted.

But Black Mist?

She hated Cute Mist.

She hated how wild and uncontrollable she was. How she could never be reined in.

She hated how the guild adored her, how she could do the most reckless things and still be forgiven.

And most of all?

She hated that Cute Mist still believed in sisterhood.

That was her weakness.

And Black Mist?

She would use that weakness.

She wouldn't show her hatred—not yet.

Cute Mist still trusted her.

That was useful.

So Black Mist would wait.

Wait for the day when Cute Mist made one mistake too many.

Wait for the moment when the guild no longer needed her.

And when that day came?

Black Mist wouldn't hesitate.

The Execution Begins – A Sister's Summon

Black Mist leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against the polished wooden table. The elders had made their offer—1,000 million credits to remove Cute Mist.

A ridiculous amount of money. A once-in-a-lifetime deal.

But for Black Mist, it wasn't about the money.

It was about control.

Cute Mist had always been unpredictable, wild, and untamed. That was useful once. It made the guild stronger. More flexible. But now?

She had become a liability.

She stood by as Mirsha was humiliated. She spoke against the elders. She questioned the guild.

That was unforgivable.

Black Mist let a slow breath escape. Then, without hesitation, she gave the order.

"Call her here."

The elders exchanged brief glances. They had expected resistance. They got none.

One of them immediately sent a message.

Now, all they had to do was wait.

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Cute Mist's Arrival – Blind Trust

It didn't take long.

Cute Mist arrived within minutes, her usual playful smirk on her face as she stepped into the council chamber. She looked around, noting the serious expressions of the elders, then turned her gaze toward Black Mist.

"You rang, big sis?" she teased, tilting her head. "Did you finally realize you can't run this place without me?"

Black Mist didn't react.

The elders didn't react.

The air in the room was thick with something unspoken.

Cute Mist, ever the fool, didn't seem to notice.

She strode forward confidently, stopping just short of Black Mist's chair. Her sister. Her leader. The one person she still trusted completely.

How pathetic.

She had no idea.

No idea that the people in this room had already decided her fate.

No idea that Black Mist had already made her choice.

No idea that, in a matter of moments, her world would shatter.

And worst of all?

She still believed in Black Mist.

Note : this happens due to butterfly effect of raven in past black mist didn't show hatred because cute mist is very powerful now future changed she was still didn't show her value and she is not helping them.